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“I hope so.”
Luke watched her with a speculative expression. “Back in Keever’s cabin, when I put my hand on your shoulder—”
“Yes?” she said, trying to maintain a cool edge.You’re a professional. But she was suddenly a little breathless.
“I got the impression that the physical contact helped you work through the background static.”
“Yes, it did.”
“Makes sense,” Luke said. He frowned a little, serious and thoughtful. Professorial. “The physical connection may have allowed us tocombine forces. I think I was able to reinforce your aura so that you were free to concentrate on the search.”
Outrage zapped through her. So much for her romantic fantasy. It was depressing, not to mention annoying, to discover that yes, he, too, had sensed the connection between them in Keever’s cabin, but no, it hadn’t hit his senses with the same wave of sensual heat. She was an adult—she could deal with rejection. But she did not have to put up with an academic lecture.
“Stop right there,” she said. “We are not in a classroom, Professor Rand, and I am not in the mood to listen to your theories of paranormal physics. Save it for your next seminar.”
His eyes tightened at the corners. “You’re pissed.”
“Whatever gave you that idea?”
“I’m psychic,” he said. “Also, you’re looking at me as if you’d like to kick me to the curb—or, in this case, out into the rain.”
She crossed her arms. “It’s an interesting thought.”
He prowled toward her, deliberate and intense. Instinctively she took a step back. That was as far as she could go in the small space.
Luke stopped in front of her, so close she could feel the heat of his body and breathe in his scent.
“Do you want me to tell you what I was really thinking when I put my hand on your shoulder back there in Keever’s cabin?” he said.
His voice was freighted with a compelling intimacy. This was the sound of raw desire, she thought.
She managed to catch her breath. “I’d love to hear what you were thinking back there in Keever’s cabin, so long as it doesn’t involve a lecture on metaphysics.”
“I was thinking that I wanted to take you to bed and make you come so hard you would never forget me.”
It wasn’t poetry, but her intuition told her that he meant everyscorching word, and it sounded infinitely more exciting than the date who only looked up from his cell phone long enough to ask,My place or yours?
Belatedly she reminded herself that she was not the spontaneous type. She made a stab at logic.
“The effect on your senses may have been caused by the energy of the storm and the weird atmosphere here on Night Island,” she said.
“Now you’re the one giving the lecture,” he said. “Forget the explanations and just answer one question for me.”
“What?”
“Did thoughts of having sex with me cross your mind when we touched back there in Keever’s cabin?”
She drew a deep breath and prepared to take the leap into the dark.
“Yes,” she said. “Thoughts of that sort did occur.”
“You will notice I’m not touching you now.”
“So?”
“I still want to take you to bed and make you come so hard you won’t be able to forget me.”
Nope, she did not need poetry. She needed Luke. She uncrossed her arms and wrapped them around his neck. “I am still having thoughts of going to bed with you.”
